Post by Ella.
Tuesday, after walking the Freedom Trail and riding/floating the DUKW, what better than a stroll to Boston’s north end, crammed with Italian eateries and bakeries. The area was hopping. You want Italian?. We got Italian.
We dined at Trattoria Il Panino. My choice of pasta, the penne arrabbiata, had a light, spicy kick. A great accompaniment to the busy, fact-filled day. But the highlight of the meal was just down the street. One doesn’t leave the area without a box of cannoli from Mike’s Pastry. I chose the chocolate-ricotta. Joe opted for the plain ricotta, Grubb went for a pecan caramel and a limoncello. I showed great restraint, riding all the way back to Sudbury with the box of cannoli delights cradled on my lap. The wait was worth it. The thick, crispy, sugar-coated crust filled with creamy decadence justified every sugar and fat ladened calorie.
Nice shot of the reflection in the North End. That’s worth and extra cannolli.
That was great. And it was a strange reflection of the building because the building is curved.
Seems like only Joe had a real cannoli. Cinnamon raisin bagels aren’t bagels!!
The rest of us may not have had the classic cannolis but boy were they good.